A perfect Sunday begins during the week prior. I thank Martha Zacharias for this tip. She would prepare double of Thursday's supper menu and freeze half of it for Sunday's main meal. "We should start thinking about Sunday on Thursday." Good advice for anyone.
Actually, our Sunday stood all by itself, perfectly. The table, set for two, dinner in the crockpot of simple "meatntaters", and we walked to church.
I enjoyed our lively Sunday school discussion so much. The young moms were talking real life about how to best practice mutual consolation in a culture fraught with expectations. For once us older girls took the opportunity to listen well. Except, I still did talk too much. Dave's sermon out of Matthew topped off morning services nicely. "Go learn..."
After lunch, Elv and I pursued each our own interests for a quiet lazy afternoon. I love my kitchen on Sunday afternoon because it's reasonably tidy. Besides it's especially happy when there's this year's berries in the freezer for nice desserts. And, I've shopped decently, finally, (inspired by mom, again) for veggies. The resulting charcuterie presentation was quite satisfying.
And there are no beetles on the rose bush. Just a fun fact for any day of the week. Thanks to Neem oil spray.
We had company to supper after which we played a loud game of Catan. They all went home before dark. Summer Sundays are the best.
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